red stag supper club

My brother started a beer can collection when he was about eight, or maybe ten. I don't exactly remember. I do remember one summer of my mother stopping the car, at his insistence, along the freeway because he'd spotted a discarded Leinenkugel or Grain Belt. The only person in the world who could get my mother to stop the car anywhere other than a garage or a parking space is my brother.

He took me to the Red Stag Supper Club for lunch today and showed me their beer can collection. We nodded knowingly to each other. Very cool.

I love my brother.